«Lifts rise and fall; trains stop,
trains start as regularly as the waves of the sea. This is what has my
adhesion. I am a native of this world, I follow its banners. How could I
run for shelter when they are so magnificently adventurous, daring,
curious, too, and strong enough in the midst of effort to pause and
scrawl with a free hand a joke upon the wall? Therefore I will powder my
face and redden my lips. I will make the angle of my eyebrows sharper
than usual. I will rise to the surface, standing erect with the others
in Piccadilly Circus.»
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
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